i am
vintage
i am
vast.
i am
the hottest
part of the flame
with plenty
of wick
remaining.
i am
strips of fabric
torn to find the
true grain
then
woven together
into a
whole cloth.
i
bloom
i
soar
i
reflect
i
refract.
i
stand tall –
majestic, even –
but am learning
to let things
crumble
and fall
when it’s time.
i am
layers
and
light
and
gifts
yet unwrapped.
i am
at one with
the world of
here ‘n there